Zhuang Honghong also studied fashion design.

She worked as a designer assistant in the company for two years, basically running errands to check information and obtain documents. But she was not discouraged because many designers started as assistants. Her biggest dream is to be promoted to

Independent fashion designer.

Zhuang Honghong's costume design sketches are very clever in modeling design and have excellent ability in image thinking and logical thinking, but they also have many shortcomings.

Han Jing'er used her professional knowledge to point it out to her one by one.

For example, in terms of silhouette, the design is not bold enough, the stretch is not smooth enough, and it is too restrictive, and the postmodern elements are not used very well.

Zhuang Honghong was very modest: "Jing'er, can you teach me? I like design work very much and want to learn more."

Han Jing'er laughed: "I'm just a master of a few tricks, but actually I don't know any more than you."

Zhuang Honghong said seriously: "No, Jinger, you are very talented in design. I really like your creative design, which has a diversified modern style, is beautiful, fashionable and novel."

Look, Zhuang Honghong understands her.

But Su Manning didn't understand.

At noon, Cheng Yiming's secretary Molina came to the office of the women's clothing design department gracefully wearing seven-inch high heels and handed Han Jing'er a gift bag.

"This is what Steven asked me to bring to you."

"What is it?"

"It's a mobile phone. Steven said that he accidentally bumped into you this morning and broke your mobile phone. He asked me to go to the mobile phone store and buy you this new iPhone."

"I don't want it, you take it back to him."

"Han Jing'er, the task Steven assigned me has been completed. I don't care if it's your business or not."

Molina twisted her slim waist and left gracefully.

In fact, what happened in the morning had nothing to do with Cheng Yiming. In the final analysis, it was Han Jing'er's own fault. Han Jing'er thought that no matter how poor she was, she would not be greedy for this small advantage. She must have some backbone as a person, right?

What's more, the person who gave the mobile phone was Cheng Yiming.

Han Jinger took the gift bag and went up to the 12th floor.

This building has a total of 16 floors, all of which are MN Group's industries. The clothing R&D center is on the 10th floor, the marketing center is on the 12th floor, there are various conference rooms on the 15th floor, and the general manager, deputy manager, and executive general manager's office are on the 16th floor.

.

When they arrived at Cheng Yiming's office, Han Jing'er knocked on the door.

Only Cheng Yiming's voice sounded inside: "walk up (please come in)."

Han Jing'er curled her lips, didn't he just come back from the United States? He was a fake foreign devil, opening and closing his mouth to show off his English, as if others didn't know he had drank foreign ink!

Humph, it’s nothing special!

She rushed in with a gust of wind, and then rushed to the desk with another gust of wind, throwing the gift bag in her hand on the table.

He shouted angrily: "Give your phone back, I don't want it!"

The head on the desk, which was originally blocking the computer LCD monitor, turned sideways at this time. Cheng Yiming slowly stretched out his face. He looked at Han Jing'er expressionlessly and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Han Jing'er stared at him.

Under his gaze, she suddenly became short of breath.

She couldn't help but think of that night in the bar, when she was dragged outside by him, and she shamelessly pestered him and asked, "Isn't there something more interesting?" and finally, shamelessly followed him to the hotel.

At this thought, Han Jing'er felt guilty and couldn't help but lower her head. Her feet stood upright like a child who had made a mistake, and her hands were intertwined, rubbing each other uneasily.

"Uh, um... I bought that mobile phone myself, you don't need to buy it."

"Why?"

"It's not like I can't afford it."

"But your cell phone was thrown because of me. I was walking blindly and hit you."

"I...uh, I was careless."

"Is it?"

(Unfinished. To be continued) Zhuang Honghong also studied fashion design.

She worked as a designer assistant in the company for two years, basically running errands to check information and obtain documents. But she was not discouraged because many designers started as assistants. Her biggest dream is to be promoted to

Independent fashion designer.

Zhuang Honghong's costume design sketches are very clever in modeling design and have excellent ability in image thinking and logical thinking, but they also have many shortcomings.

Han Jing'er used her professional knowledge to point it out to her one by one.

For example, in terms of silhouette, the design is not bold enough, the stretch is not smooth enough, and it is too restrictive, and the postmodern elements are not used very well.

Zhuang Honghong was very modest: "Jing'er, can you teach me? I like design work very much and want to learn more."

Han Jing'er laughed: "I'm just a master of a few tricks, but actually I don't know any more than you."

Zhuang Honghong said seriously: "No, Jinger, you are very talented in design. I really like your creative design, which has a diversified modern style, is beautiful, fashionable and novel."

Look, Zhuang Honghong understands her.

But Su Manning didn't understand.

At noon, Cheng Yiming's secretary Molina came to the office of the women's clothing design department gracefully wearing seven-inch high heels and handed Han Jing'er a gift bag.

"This is what Steven asked me to bring to you."

"What is it?"

"It's a mobile phone. Steven said that he accidentally bumped into you this morning and broke your mobile phone. He asked me to go to the mobile phone store and buy you this new iPhone."

"I don't want it, you take it back to him."

"Han Jing'er, the task Steven assigned me has been completed. I don't care if it's your business or not."

Molina twisted her slim waist and left gracefully.

In fact, what happened in the morning had nothing to do with Cheng Yiming. In the final analysis, it was Han Jing'er's own fault. Han Jing'er thought that no matter how poor she was, she would not be greedy for this small advantage. She must have some backbone as a person, right?

What's more, the person who gave the mobile phone was Cheng Yiming.

Han Jinger took the gift bag and went up to the 12th floor.

This building has a total of 16 floors, all of which are MN Group's industries. The clothing R&D center is on the 10th floor, the marketing center is on the 12th floor, there are various conference rooms on the 15th floor, and the general manager, deputy manager, and executive general manager's office are on the 16th floor.

.

When they arrived at Cheng Yiming's office, Han Jing'er knocked on the door.

Only Cheng Yiming's voice sounded inside: "walk up (please come in)."

Han Jing'er curled her lips, didn't he just come back from the United States? He was a fake foreign devil, opening and closing his mouth to show off his English, as if others didn't know he had drank foreign ink!

Humph, it’s nothing special!

She rushed in with a gust of wind, and then rushed to the desk with another gust of wind, throwing the gift bag in her hand on the table.

He shouted angrily: "Give your phone back, I don't want it!"

The head on the desk, which was originally blocking the computer LCD monitor, turned sideways at this time. Cheng Yiming slowly stretched out his face. He looked at Han Jing'er expressionlessly and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Han Jing'er stared at him.

Under his gaze, she suddenly became short of breath.

She couldn't help but think of that night in the bar, when she was dragged outside by him, and she shamelessly pestered him and asked, "Isn't there something more interesting?" and finally, shamelessly followed him to the hotel.

At this thought, Han Jing'er felt guilty and couldn't help but lower her head. Her feet stood upright like a child who had made a mistake, and her hands were intertwined, rubbing each other uneasily.

"Uh, um... I bought that mobile phone myself, you don't need to buy it."

"Why?"

"It's not like I can't afford it."

"But your cell phone was thrown because of me. I was walking blindly and hit you."

"I...uh, I was careless."

"Is it?"
Chapter completed!